New York Times  bestselling author Lorelei James returns for another wild ride in Wyoming with a new Blacktop Cowboys® novel. Years in the Army equipped Bailey Masterson for many things: target shooting, rappelling off cliffs, dodging grenades. She's lived through horrors that still give her nightmares. But nothing in Bailey's life-or-death training prepared her for caring for the tiny terror that is five-year-old Olivia Hale. Or how to control her raging attraction to Olivia's father, Streeter, the rugged, green-eyed cattle rancher who undermines her every move even when he stars in her dreams. Streeter Hale has room for only two things in his life: his daughter and his job. He doesn't date. He doesn't get attached. Not anymore. So not only is Streeter stunned by Olivia's improved behavior after just a few days with Bailey, he's downright floored by his immediate attraction to the woman. But with secrets in her eyes and a body that doesn't quit, Streeter begins to worry that Bailey Masterson might just be the one woman to heal his fractured family and broken heart. One thing's for sure--these two wrecked souls are spinning out of control as they desperately try not to fall in love... "No one writes contemporary erotic romance better than Lorelei James."— New York Times bestselling author Maya Banks, on the Blacktop Cowboys series "Lorelei James knows how to write one hot, sexy cowboy."— New York Times  Bestselling Author Jaci Burton , on the Blacktop Cowboys series "Entertaining, sweet, endearing, and sexy."— Harlequin Junkie, on the Blacktop Cowboys series "Takes readers on a satisfying ride. . .While James is known for erotic interludes, she never forgets to bolster the story with plenty of emotional power."— Publishers Weekly , on the Blacktop Cowboys series "Combining the erotic and family, love and romance with doubt and vulnerabilities, and throwing in some plain old fun always makes her reads favorites of mine every time."— The Good, the Bad, and the Unread , on the Blacktop Cowboys series Lorelei James  is the  New York Times  and  USA Today  bestselling author of contemporary romances set in the modern-day Wild West, as well as the bestselling Need You and Mastered series. Chapter One   I quit."   No no no no no no no, not again.   Streeter Hale practically had to run after his babysitter as she hoofed it away from the house. "Please wait just a minute, Mrs. McCutcheon, I'm sure we can find a better way to deal with-"   That was all he got out before she whirled around so fast he nearly plowed into her.   "I'm done. That's it. I've tried. I've failed. Good luck finding a replacement caregiver. You'll need it since I was your last option at the agency." Through gritted teeth she said, "That child . . ."   Don't you dare say it. I swear I will lose my shit if you call my daughter something like the devil's spawn or a demon child.   "That child . . . what?" he said tersely.   "That child needs a firmer hand." She raised her chin and glared at him. "I have forty years of childcare experience. In addition to running a daycare and a preschool for twenty-five years, I have four children of my own and ten grandchildren. In those forty years I've never let a child best me. Never. Congratulations. Your five-year-old daughter did what so many others before her tried and failed to do: made me want to quit."   Streeter locked eyes with the older woman, who was a dead ringer for Mrs. Doubtfire. "Can I ask what Olivia did this time?"   "The fact you had to tack on 'this time' is the biggest indicator that there is a problem, Mr. Hale. It wasn't one action, although her drum solo on pots and pans was the final straw."   "I'm sorry."   She harrumphed. "Olivia should be apologizing, not you. Stop letting her use her mother's death as an excuse to misbehave-she's not the only child who's lost a parent. Besides, she's five years old, for crying out loud. She'll be starting kindergarten in the fall. The teacher won't put up with her tantrums or her backtalking or her manipulations. And you shouldn't either."   Why don't you tell me how you really feel?   But she wasn't the first person who'd told him that. With her being the sixth childcare provider who'd quit in the past eighteen months . . . he had to admit something had to change. "Thank you for your advice, Mrs. McCutcheon."   She sent him a look that said she didn't believe he'd take it. She shrugged and continued her escape.   Streeter took several deep breaths. Then he counted to ten slowly, six times, before he headed into his house.   The trailer was completely quiet, but the place was a total wreck.   He said, "Olivia. Come out here."   No response.   Louder, he said, "Now. I mean it."   The crocheted afghan on the back of the sofa cushion moved against the paneled wall and he watched his daughter crawl out from behind the tweed couch.   Kid was like a little mouse, squeezing into the tightest spaces.   Her super fine blond hair nearly s